"No, you performed too well. Too well—better than those supermodels. I never thought... I never thought..."
In truth, Su Qiao wasn't the only one who had dreamed of becoming a supermodel. Sister Wu had too.
She'd had the chance back then, but an accident injured her leg, leaving her helpless to watch the opportunity slip away before her eyes.
Su Qiao raised her hand and dabbed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. With a smile, she teased, "Didn't you expect that you'd finally train a supermodel yourself?"
Sister Wu wiped away her own tears, then scolded her shyly.
"You child, you're not a supermodel yet. At the very least, you need to wait until you receive invitations from some internationally renowned designers before you have a chance. You can't get too carried away yet."
Su Qiao smiled. "Trust me. You'll receive them soon."
If all else failed, she could first become a famous fashion designer herself, then organize an international fashion show and walk the runway herself.
In any case, she had to fulfill the original Su Qiao's wish of becoming a supermodel.
"I'm hungry. I want to go back and eat."
She seemed to have spotted that man of hers earlier.
She hadn't expected him to sneak over to watch her show.
Sister Wu hurriedly said, "Then go change and leave first. Leave the rest to me."
Although she'd only been onstage for a few minutes, the mental pressure was immense. After a show, she was actually exhausted.
After Su Qiao changed her clothes and walked out again, she unexpectedly discovered that Li Jingtai was already nowhere to be seen.
Instead, she attracted quite a few people's attention, and several reporters came over to take her picture.
"He left?"
That was fine too!
Tonight was the